So the greatest temple of the Mind fell
Through endless diamond dust
Body of the volatile Spirit
Peeling away exposing
A lack of attribution
Eroding the Heart
To nothing.

I stand before desolation of a forgotten age
Like witnessing the Fall of Troy
In a marsh, stagnant tombyard
With my own countenance before it
Reflecting its sorrowful demise.

His eyes,a colder mint blue than you could imagine.
Her hair a darker colour than her soul.
When they collide,
sparks fly,
and they discontinue existence.
She shines when he stares,
He floats the way she falls.
They are so backwards but they're going in the right direction.

What an easy waste of time it was to pine over you.
You were no tree.
Your body never had roots,
at least not here.
Your seeds had been blown away and now you're planted somewhere else.
Your body is gone,
and every once in a while,
I see your leaves floating here with the passing winds.

And I swear that I can hear your voice.

And maybe you weren't a tree,
maybe you were the wind.

You weren't meant to stay here anyways.

I love how the human is literally a machine.

Eyes don't cause the tears that spill from your eyes at 2 a.m.,
Lips don't speak for you,you give them the power to move,
Tongues don't take in the gourmet delicacies
Noses don't reign the scent of bravery,
Fingers don't vitalize their abilities,
Ears don't let you take in bitter words.

You'r mind powers all of this.
Your mind is the brush painting the scenery before you,
it's the sounds of silence or a running river yelling at it's freedom,
your precious mind guides you as a lead in a ballroom dance..
It's power is so grand and when you think you want to give up,
it even kicks you in the bottom and tells you to keep going.
Your mind is a canvas,with so many layers for you to tell you story on.

Tiny hands barely able to hold a bottle,
now drink out of one,containing toxins.
Tiny ears that used to hear bad words and coo,
now spit them like wildfire.
Tiny mouths that would be forced to take icky medicine,
now pop pills and insert drugs into their being.
Tiny eyes looking at life as a breeze,no cares in the world,now turn into
eyes that crave attention but don’t care what we have to do to get it

We are spoiling the pure bodies we once had.
People are sleeping around,
when I remember the worst thing you could do is hand-hold.
We take the things we had as kids,
and ruin them.
We honestly take the cuteness and turn it into ...
well that's for you to decide.
You pick if your morals are guided with a compass,
or thrown away like garbage.
Who am i to judge?
But I've also learned,these days,My darling..
This is adolescence.

Romance the divinities,
be a god on your own.
Walk the streets with radiance and fall in love with life itself.
You have nothing to live for but you,
so be as gold as you can shimmer and stay as warm as the summer.
You're a cosmic galaxy, darling.
Shine.

I am a cold winter breeze,
and a sharp pulsating heat at the same time.
I can make the tips of your toes applaud your existence,
Or make the ducts of your eyes wish
that they had never been placed upon your body.
I'm tired.
Tired of fading into the sheets you made me cry into.
So now i'm not going to sit around and be another
broken,shattered species.
I'm just going to be a fierce ocean.